#whump drabble

[whumpsoda]

I bet Adrastus wakes Malak up w soft murmurs in their own native language as they stroke his eyes, hair, and cheek

Darius simply snaps and Nevan is up

WOHEO Masterlist cw: hypnosis, pet whump, servant whump

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“Mmmnn…” Malak hummed lightly, the brush of fingers frolicking through his curls stirring him from heavy, weightful sleep. Curling into the embrace of stuffed toys and blankets that scattered his body, his cheek deepened it’s succumb into his cloud soft bed.

His master, with care and delicacy, crawled beside him, hands trailing over the cusps of his plump skin. “Wakey, wakey, love.” They whispered, lips nearly kissing his ear, spreading over with the warmth of their breath.

“Mmmngh… mmm…” he groaned, shifting further to drowsy comfortability, rather than their call of consciousness.

Adrastus giggled, sweet and soft, a song that swept through his open ears. “So silly, you. Sleepy boy. Sleepy, sleepy… alas, we must awaken for the night. A pity, really.” They circled his cheek, touch following to a path down to his belly. 

“Nngh…” He flopped over and onto his back, allowing them full range to rub the flesh of his plush stomach. They slithered around him, smile kind and entrancing. Drool beads dribbled from the corners of his upturning lips as he snuggled into them.

“You mustn’t truly get up just yet, baby. Just allow your little mind to unfold from sleep.” They murmured, settling their head atop his own, and nuzzling against his cheek, only eliciting more quiet purrs out from his lips.

For what felt like an eternity they whispered supple, magical mumbles through one ear and out the other, honeydew coos that graced his mind with cotton candy clouds. Malak wished he would never have to get up, and his master would just allow him to simmer in bliss for a lifetime. 

Really, they did.

…

Only one single chime of an- his-  insistent, ringing bell was needed to stir Nevan’s mind from drooping unconsciousness in that of an instant, ripping him quick out of slumber. Breath hitching, he lifted from the cushion that was his bed, frame swaying with drowsy dizziness as he neatly clasped his palms together. Master, master, master, his mind shrieked, obeying dutifully to the call of the bell.

“Up.” His master commanded, towering below the doorway, an elegantly green robe tied perfectly around his slender waist.

Nevan blinked slowly, adjusting to the world around him. Admittedly he should’ve been immediately up and ready to go, should have been much used to the repetition of their morning routine. “Sure, um, Mas… ter…” he stumbled, wiping at his eyes and yawning with casualty as he shifted to kneeling.

Frown firming, Darius grimaced with tense disapproval. “Again.”

“Yes, Master.” The words rolled right from the thrall’s swift tongue, no hesitancy blocking the way of his speech. Nevan made a beeline to his feet, resuming his expected position. 

He couldn’t believe he had been so insolent. So unforgivably and disgustingly disrespectful. Toward his master, no less. Yawning? Sure? His master even had to wake him up himself!

For the rest of morning chores, bouncing about his brain Nevan chastised himself for making such an idiotic mistake. He hoped his master could find it in his heart to grant him undeserved forgiveness, but he knew a punishment would be awaiting him.

#We only have each other #My writing #Malal oc #Adrastus oc #Darius oc #Nevan oc #whump drabble #whump story #my drabble #Hypnosis #hypnotized whumpee #Pet whump #servant whump #Whump #whumpblr

[withdrawingramen]

whumper scratching the knife or blunt weapon against the floor or wall so it makes a screeching, unpleasant sound as a prelude for all the suffering and just to mess w whumpee lol

#whump #whump prompt #whump trope #whump tropes #whump prompts #whump scenario #whump scenes #whump writing #whump drabble #whump snippet #whumpee #whumper #whump blog #whump community #whumpblr

[jump-in-the-whump]

Whumpee doesn’t really understand what is going on, everything is happening so fast and their head is pounding so bad.

“hey, can you hear me? Whumpee?” A voice calls out their name. Whumpee raises their head.

“i-i... don’t... understand....i-i...” Whumpee rasps out, before a coughing fit interrupts him. 

“shh, don't force yourself too much. I'll explain everything later, now I'm here and I just wanna help you, ok?”

Whumpee is in so much pain, it's hard to breathe. They’re so weak, they lean onto Caretaker, drowning in their quiet words and soft movements. A tear escapes Whumpee’s eye. It's been so long since they were treated like this, like a human being.

"Caretaker..... " Whumpee manages to say, with a weak, raspy voice. 

“Yeah, that's right, I am Caretaker. I am here and I won't let them hurt you anymore..." Caretaker whispers, hugging Whumpee, caressing their dirty, greasy hair.  Whumpee winces in pain and can't help but cry, the happiness and comfort are too much for them to manage.

#whump drabble #whump prompt #whump scenario #whump community #caretaker #whumpee x caretaker #weak #captivity #hurt/comfort #rescue #whumpee #whump #ptsd #jump-in-the-writing

[meltyphos]

just a caretaker cradling a crying, hyperventilating whumpee in their arms. whispering reassuring things and hushes in whumpees ear as they rock them in their embrace, letting whumpee know that they're safe

#whump prompt #emotional whump #recovery whump #caretaker x whumpee #whump drabble

[whumpshaped]

I know it's cliche, but hear me out. The Whumpee thinks Caretaker is their new master trope, just that Caretaker is trying to give Whumpee a bath, and Whumpee used to be punished being drowned or something like that, so they beg Caretaker that they'll be good, that they'll behave, etc.

tw past trauma, caretaker new master, conditioned whumpee

“No! No, please, Master, I’m sorry!”

“What’s gotten into you?” Caretaker stared down at the poor thing in front of them hugging their legs like there was no tomorrow. “Whumpee–”

“I’ll be good! I’ll behave! I don’t know what I did, Master, I’m sorry! I’m sorry for being so stupid that I didn’t even realise I was being bad! I’m so sorry!”

“Whumpee, I’m just trying to give you an opportunity to wash up–”

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry–”

Caretaker sighed. Alright, they just had to pet their hair and wait it out.

“Hey, Whumpee…” they tried again once the pet had quieted down a little. “Are you okay?”

“Y-yes, Master,” they sniffled. They didn’t sound very okay, but it was a start. “I’m s-sorry.”

“Why do you think you did something wrong, honey?”

“I– I must’ve, I must’ve! I know I did something, if you want t-to– to ‘give me a bath’, I– please, please d-don’t, I’m so sorry…”

Caretaker frowned. “What do you think a bath means?”

Whumpee looked up at them with those wide, tear-filled eyes, so terrified that Caretaker could barely stand it. “D-drowning, Master. Please, I, I know I must deserve it, but please, punish me any other way! I can’t do it again, I can’t, please…”

Oh, that sick bastard.

“Shh, sweetie… It’s okay…” They tried to unwrap Whumpee’s arms from around their legs so they could help them stand up, but eventually they just settled for getting on the floor with them. They pulled Whumpee into a tight hug, rubbing their back as they continued to cry. “I didn’t mean it like that… I’m never gonna hurt you like that, yeah? Ever.”

“Y-you’re… not?”

“No, of course not. Of course not. I promised you’d be safe here, and I meant it. Let’s just calm down.”

#asks #whump #whump drabble #past trauma #caretaker new master #conditioned whumpee #recovery fic #comfort

[whumpasaurus101]

"Beg me," Whumper ordered, tracing the gun slowly up Whumpee's neck, relishing the shiver that followed, "Beg me like your life depends on it... oh wait, it does."

#whump #whumpee #whumper #intimate whumper #whump prompt #whump drabble #whumpblr #whump community #whump writing #lee wrote something :o

[generic-whumperz]

Can’t stop, won’t stop

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[cold1dead1eyes]

i love caretakers who used to be whumpees. a caretaker that’s covered in scars, who screams themself awake at night, who sees the marks on whumpee and has to look away because it’s too familiar.

and nobody else knows. caretaker is so put together, nobody would expect it, but whumpee can tell. they see the fear in caretaker’s eyes when whumpee talks about what whumper did to them. how sometimes they flinch when they’re touched. how they wake up shaking and covered in sweat, reaching out in a panic to shove their blankets off.

still, caretaker tries to be strong for whumpee. they know how it feels to be hurt and they want to be there for them, even though they still haven't gotten over their own trauma.

#whump #whump writing #whump prompt #whump drabble #whump scenario #whumpee turned caretaker #traumatized caretaker #whump recovery #hi guys… i havent posted in a while! #just been caught up with other stuff #buttt. im feelin some motivation now. so have an old draft #vince rambles

[redd956]

Characters Holding Each Other In Whump

This is my demand to see more characters holding each other in whump, but also my opportunity to go on about characters holding each other in whump.

I need more of it, it's so warm, and great when it's characters dependent and safe to one another. Or it's creepy and harrowing when it's between whumper and anything.

I need more of

Caretaker finally reaching whumpee, and pulling them to their chest. Now that they are within each other's arms Caretaker is not letting go.

Multiple whumpees who cannot see each other directly, but hear their voices and reach their hands just far enough to feel each other's touch. Maybe they're reaching out between cell bars, perhaps there's a hole in the walls of an enclosure, or an open slot to a lab. Either way, they've found a hand to hold.

A distraught whumpee crawling over to their only friend, and waiting to be pulled into someone's lap.

When a known threat (whumper) approaches and a protective character pulls another into their grasp to shield them.

Two shivering characters latched onto each other, removing as much space between themselves as possible. After all, what if someone separates them again?

Whumper holding whumpee from behind, swaying them back and forth, listening to the subtle sounds of fright.

Two words: Bridal Carry. Whumpee nuzzling their face into caretaker's chest for bonus points. For extra bonus points, latching onto to caretaker's clothing despite being carried.

Whumpee trying to escape from a whumper they've pummeled thoroughly, only for the half-conscious whumper to grab whumpee one last time. Is it a pleading? A don't go? Or just a final act of terror?

Caretaker sitting on the bed next to a whumpee, and bringing them into their grasp as they whimper.

#caretaker #caretaking #whump #whumpee #whumper #whump prompt #whump prompt list #whump drabble #whump things #hurt/comfort #whump ideas #whump prompts #whump stuff #cw captivity #cw violence #creepy whumper #intimate caretaker #intimate whumper

[withdrawingramen]

i think shame & its manifestations in whump is not talked about enough. like i love when whumpee is physically unable to tell caretaker about all they went through, not only because it is insanely distressing to relive but also because it's humiliating. 'how can someone be so cruel?' is another question, but we're also talking 'how did i let that happen to myself?' from whumpee's perspective. often times post something traumatizing whumpees develop this deep-seated feeling of hopelessness & helplessness & misguided anger which is just in sweet words not cool

because think about it, the whumpee could not stop anything from happening to them. there's always this notion of having to stand up for yourself, but whumpee didn't even get the chance to. who should you be angry at? whumper? the system? yourself?

the fact that it happened is so terribly real and if paired with the conditioning of whumper & possible victim blaming, the shame eventually turns into this twisted form of denial, where whumpee is unable to confront the fact that they were hurt so bad and it just turns into oh my god i hate that it happened to me. i want to erase that it all happened. i wish i could live just one day forgetting it all and wake up thinking what was i so stressed about? i wish i could walk past whumper and think 'who were they again'? nobody should know about this because i cant deal with it myself and i don't know what i'll do if it all goes out

yk what im talking abt?

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[jordanstrophe]

Whumpee awakens curled in the backseat in someone's arms.

They look down, their entire torso is drenched with blood.

They start to panic, but someone holds them tightly. "Shhh, shh sh, it's okay, go back to sleep. Close your eyes." Someone grabs a blanket and covers their chest with it.

"You're going to be fine, I got you. Go back to sleep... Please."

A hand brushes over their face and closes their eyes. Whumpee finds themselves doing what the voice tells them to.

#whump #whumpee #caretaker #caretaking #whump prompt #whump drabble #injury whump #injured whumpee #blood loss whump #collapse whump #whump angst #whump scenario #whump writing #comfort whump #hurt/comfort

[abhainnwhump]

Whumper trained Whumpee to respond to hand signals. A snap means they fight whatever enemy they assign. Tapping three fingers together means they kneel. A raised hand means to go silent. If they don't respond, they get severely punished. Caretaker has a tendency to talk with their hands and accidently triggers Whumpee. They don't know the signal to return them to normal.

#totally not part of the fic I'm writing #whump #whump ideas #whump prompt #accidental bad caretaker #conditioning whump #conditioned whumpee #whumpblr #kneeling whump #whump drabble #conditioning #whumper #whumpee #caretaker

[whumblr]

Sorry

"Why don't you get on your knees and tell me how sorry you are."

Whumpee bristled, the large intake of breath raising them up to full height, fists clenched at their side. The air shuddered back out of them, their resistance following along right with it; their body untensed, they closed their eyes, their jaw unlocked. And so did their knees.

"Fine."

They cast a final furious glance up, but did as they were told, settling down on their knees. Fingers curled into the fabric of their pants leg, holding on tight to the last bit of control they had.

"Right." They took a deep breath, glared up and looked directly into Whumper's eyes.

"I am so, so not sorry for trying to get out of this stinking prison you call a house. Also really not sorry I almost kicked your teeth in. Actually, wait, I'm just sorry that I missed. Really, my most sincere apologies for that. Just, yeah, I'm incredibly unrepentant. And it will happen again. That's how sorry I am."

Not even halfway through that speech Whumper'd already started rolling up his sleeves. The 'actually, wait' made him stop and glance at Whumpee, but the continued spewed vitriol just made him shake his head as he folded his cuff down.

"Yeah," he said, stepping closer, curling a fist in Whumpee's hair and pulling them up. "Let's do something about that."

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General whump tags cause I always forget with small posts: @firewheeesky @myfriendcallsmeasickwoman19 @whumpawink @painsandconfusion @whumpifi

#whump #whump drabble #whump prompt #defiant whumpee #bastard whumpee #malicious compliance whumpee strikes again #failed escape #my writing

[whumpshaped]

this is a disgustingly fluffy prompt so beware slfkdh

caretaker always calls whumpee a word in their (caretaker‘s) native language, which whumpee doesn’t understand. but since they are very self loathing they just assume it’s something negative, since caretaker has to spend so much time and energy caring for and „tolerating“ whumpee. one day whumpee gets too curious though and decides to look up the word, only to find out it’s a pet name and caretaker has been calling them something lovingly the entire time

(bonus points if you do it in your native language i love learning new cute pet names!!)

sorry to all hungarians i know seeing this will cause some whiplash

tw pet whump, past trauma, caretaker new master

‘Easy, szívem.’

‘Szívem, could you bring me some water?’

‘You don’t have to push yourself, szívem.’

Whumpee accepted the nickname as their own easily. Whumper had given them plenty, although never ones they couldn’t even understand; useless, stupid, mutt… who knew which one Caretaker was using on them?

They avoided asking about it for the longest time. They told themself they were prepared for the meaning, that they could handle whatever degrading thing their new master ‘friend’ threw at them, but in reality… They weren’t prepared at all. They didn’t want to know. They wanted to pretend it was something nice, a term of genuine endearment, dear, darling, honey… Something people said to each other with kindness.

But eventually, curiosity won out. Whumpee sneaked into the study one day, picking out one of the dictionaries from the shelf. They thought about using the computer, but they chickened out. It would’ve been a much more egregious crime than opening a book.

The issue was, they had no idea how to spell the word. They started at ‘S’, flipping through pages upon pages and finding nothing. See-vem. See-vem. None of the words looked right. They eventually crossed over into the next letter, ‘Sz’, unsure what sound that would even make. It was all so confusing… How did Caretaker even speak this?

“Can I help you?”

Whumpee flinched at the voice, slamming the dictionary shut immediately. “C-Caretaker– I– I wasn’t– I wasn’t doing anything! I was cleaning, and the book fell down, I was just trying to check whether it was intact–”

“Hey, hey, it’s okay,” they said with a smile. “I’m not mad, szívem. But if you were looking for something specific in there, maybe I could help.”

“N-no, no, it’s… it’s nothing… I…” They took a deep breath, trying to ground themself. It was now or never, really. They wouldn’t get a better chance to ask. “Well… I, I was wondering about, um… The nickname, I guess. What you always call me.”

“Ah, of course. I’m sorry, I’ve never really explained it, have I? It’s just a term of endearment.” They pulled out their phone and typed something. “I’m pretty sure the dictionary only has the root word. Here.”

Whumpee took the phone gingerly, looking at the translation program. Original word, in Hungarian: szívem. Yeah, they would’ve never gotten that right. Translation, in English…

Their eyes widened in disbelief. Next to them, Caretaker chuckled. “What did you think it meant?” they asked cheerily, seemingly unaware of all the horrible options that had been swirling around in Whumpee’s head before.

“I… I don’t even know,” they breathed.

They definitely didn’t think it meant something as innocent as ‘my heart’.

#asks #whump #whump drabble #pet whump #past trauma #caretaker new master #recovery fic #comfort

[generic-whumper]

I like you, but not as much as I like hurting my imaginary characters every night before I drift off to sleep. 

#whumpblr #whumper #whump drabble #Whump